The Little Conversation   Is Over Very Soon   And I watch in admiration   From my corner of the room.   They shine on you with starry eyes...   They rain a friendly storm.   Like kids around a Christmas tree   And then you smile all nice and warm      The Little Conversations   If I tried my very best   you know I never could say anything   In twenty words or less.   Somewhere, sometime, down the line    someday I may confess,   and spill it all. that's all      The Little Conversations   On me are very rough   They leave me all in pieces   You know there's never time enough   like a book with missing pages   like a story incomplete   like a painting left unfinished   it feels like not enough to eat.   Starvin'      these little conversations   well for me they'll never do   now what am I supposed to do with   broken sentences of you?   i'll stay in my corner `cause    that's all that i can do   and let the others speak for me.   Little Conversations   Are We.